As far as little brothers went, Ariel had always felt that she had lucked out in having Peter as a younger brother. He was the best. Even as a teenager, Peter had been tolerable. While other boys had been out there being difficult, her brother had been happy with a pencil in hand or maybe a hammer. Creating instead of destroying. But now Ariel was uncertain. if she'd been right in her assessment of being lucky to have Peter as a younger brother.
Spraying a bit of cleaning solution on the countertop of her food truck, she did her best to ignore him. Ariel wiped furiously at an non-existent stain, trying to drown out the sound of her brother's voice in the background, but it was impossible to do.
